NANDI RETREATS
A living archive of women’s retreats devoted to embodiment, truth & remembrance
Every retreat leaves an imprint. These are some of ours.
EXHALE
A return to the womb of the world - In Lake Atitlan, Guatemala. (2025)
Lake Atitlan.
There is a lake in the highlands of Guatemala said to be the umbilical cord of the Earth a place where the soul remembers her beginning.
Beneath her mirrored waters live the myths we forgot we were part of. The first song. The first story. The first thread of creation moving through a woman’s hands.
In this sacred cradle of volcanoes and starlight, we gathered not to become artists, but to remember that we already are. Through word, through voice, through laughter and rest we soften, we open, and we listen.
A sanctuary for remembrance.
A return to the mythic heart.
The place inside you that still believes in beauty.
That knows your voice is a gift.
That says: you were born to create.
Diving Deep with the Goddess
A Mary Magdalene Retreat - In Joshua Tree, California. (2025)
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Photo by @ninamenconi
Joshua Tree.
Where time stretches wide enough for you to hear your own soul again.
Among the ancient stones and Joshua trees, creation doesn’t rush. It hums a low, steady pulse beneath your feet, a whisper in the heat that reminds you how sacred it is just to be alive.
Here, the earth is stripped bare and honest. She invites you to shed what is false, to remember what is real. The desert teaches devotion. How to listen, how to love what remains, how to find the divine in stillness.
A landscape of revelation.
A return to the elemental self.
The place inside you that trusts the unknown.
That feels God in the dust and the stars.
That says: you are the prayer.
Diving Deep with the Goddess
A Mary Magdalene Retreat - In Temecula, California. (2024)
Temecula, CA.
Where love feels simple again.
Warm sun, open skies, and slow evenings remind you what it means to connect deeply.
Between the vineyards and golden hills, the air carries a quiet sweetness.
Meals stretch long. Conversations linger.
The heart softens in the gentleness of it all.
Here, love is not a grand gesture but a way of being.
It’s felt in the way light moves through the vines,
in the peace that comes when you let yourself be fully here.
A return to real connection.
To softness without effort.
To the kind of love that grows slowly
like the vines, steady and alive.